Yes, it's a picture of a urinal in Burgin Dossett. No, that is not my Mountain Dew, nor is that my urine. I just happened to walk in and the situation demanded that I take a picture. I am assuming that the liquid inside the bottle is soda and not in fact a urine sample gone bad. I did not bother to investigate this further. THAT would be creepy.
Just thinking out loud here – rambling is to follow To go along with my last entry (song lyrics about coming to terms with yourself “when a man of my age”) Love It hurts. It cuts. It’s intense. Let me explain: I know how I feel about Jon, we have dated for a little over two years. It’s wonderful from the get go. I’ve dated him for two years and known him for a little over three years. What I have learned, I love. Our feelings for one another have progressed along the way. Am I in love? Yes. Do I love him? Yes. Emotional barriers came tumbling down in the course of our interactions. I feel as though I know him and I equally feel that I am known by him. This is a powerful thing to me. I want this intimacy more than I care to admit. How wonderful to share with another, to allow them to know the good and the bad, and in turn, they continue to want to know you and to be with you. The same is true in reverse, I know about him and I continue...
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